Escape from Control

My stepdad seemed perfect until mom left for her work trip. First night alone,

he knocked on my bedroom door at midnight saying we needed to talk about house rules.

His voice sounded different, colder. He started controlling everything I ate,

tracking my phone location, commenting on my clothes. When I told mom,

she said I was being dramatic and adjusting poorly. He isolated me from friends,

made me delete social media, locked the wifi at night. Three months in,

I found cameras hidden in the bathroom. I called my biological dad crying. He drove six hours

straight, got a lawyer, and pulled me out that same day. Mom still thinks